Be in course!: May 2008

Vito, you are the father

<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8sS2w_223UzJswqbmqGPrgntbsFFH-sMTfuAMx33Nw5dfzXxQDAOGrFePk0Hqhw2ZSE8nZwsXOVpHZOt9Z1DyiFd869UcYLajRPnsYUx2jTPA_FRwCz9WLjH3CfcYOVQh7qYBuOr7UGQw/s1600-h/maury_vito.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8sS2w_223UzJswqbmqGPrgntbsFFH-sMTfuAMx33Nw5dfzXxQDAOGrFePk0Hqhw2ZSE8nZwsXOVpHZOt9Z1DyiFd869UcYLajRPnsYUx2jTPA_FRwCz9WLjH3CfcYOVQh7qYBuOr7UGQw/s400/maury_vito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198084645760095074" border="0"/></a> In much the same style Vito Fossella chose to address the circumstances of his arrest in Alexandria last week on a DUI charge - Today in a press conference, the Gentleman from the 13th district confirmed reports that he did in fact father a 3yr old girl with 'friend,' retired Air Force lieutenant, Laura Fay. The same woman who came to the aide of the Staten Island/Brooklyn congressman the night he was arrested just outside her Alexandria home. Fossella's statement: <blockquote style="font-style:italic;">I have had a relationship with Laura Fay, with whom I have a three-year-old daughter. My personal failings and imperfections have caused enormous pain to the people I love and I am truly sorry. While I understand that there will be many questions, including those about my political future, making any political decisions right now are furthest from my mind. Over the coming weeks and months, I will to continue to do my job and I will work hard to heal the deep wounds I have caused.</blockquote> On the heels of the DUI arrest and today's paternity revelation, Vito's supporters - both personal and political- are already reportedly distancing themselves from the embattled congressman. According to the <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/05082008/news/regionalnews/rep__fossella_admits_to_affair__love_chi_109983.htm">New York Post</a>: Fossella's wife, Mary Pat, whom he has three children, may not be standing by her husband after the dust settles. While <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://gothamist.com/2008/05/08/vito_fossella_a.php">Gothamist</a>, citing a <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://nysun.com/news/new-york/republican-body-declines-support-fossella">NY Sun</a> piece, says the campaign arm of the GOP is slowly backing away from Fossella as well.

Need Manuscript Makeover?

<div align="center"><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xaSK8qnsv_fWvmAvqUVTPmk74owrkaLGI6Q9u3qCrAwDtmP5c5_dDDLkFpuIGFn5_95AaP0No4tSAFaUS7OcECUdwmtorxwW4cbdcjiOV4TUFMnP6bDqCpV4V0X7McK8b1cr888x_MI/s1600-h/elizabethlyonbook.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192836897284288466" style="DISPLAY:block;MARGIN:0px auto 10px;CURSOR:hand;TEXT-ALIGN:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xaSK8qnsv_fWvmAvqUVTPmk74owrkaLGI6Q9u3qCrAwDtmP5c5_dDDLkFpuIGFn5_95AaP0No4tSAFaUS7OcECUdwmtorxwW4cbdcjiOV4TUFMnP6bDqCpV4V0X7McK8b1cr888x_MI/s320/elizabethlyonbook.jpg" border="0"/></a><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.manuscriptmakeover.com/">http://www.manuscriptmakeover.com/</a> </div> <div align="center"></div> <div align="left">My friend, Elizabeth Lyon's new book on doing a manuscript makeover is out. Elizabeth helped me with my first novel, A Three-Turtle Summer. Working with Elizabeth is like taking a four-year course in fiction writing from an ivy-league school. If you're a writer, and Elizabeth doesn't live next door to you, get this book and devour it. I did. Oh, and she has other wonderful books on nonfiction writing, book proposals, and marketing. </div><div align="left"></div> <div align="left">Still no word from Tom Hanks. I told David Southwell, an author from the United Kingdom, that I joined Facebook so Tom would discover my stories. I figure I'm a You've Got Mail kind of writer.</div> <div align="left"></div><div align="left">Many writers nowadays would be delighted if their books jumped straight from keyboard to film. A lot of us feel that there is more talking about books than the actual reading of them going on. After all, we're storytellers. We began telling stories around a smokey fire in a cave somewhere, so why should we resist the new technology? I'd never want to see books go away entirely, but there's something very appealing about the medium of film.</div><div align="left"></div> <div align="left">I have some readers who are just now reading my second novel, As Brown As I Want: The Indianhead Diaries. That's more than partly my fault because the book was mis-labled. The catalog says it is fiction, but it is really a (hilarious) fictional autobiography. This is the kind of mistake that happens when an author moonlights as her own agent. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Custer thank yous: Tantara Records (<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.tantararecords.com/">http://www.tantararecords.com/</a>, email:info@tantararecords.com ) for permission to use the lyrics to Go My Son. They have a beautiful website with music to suit every taste (well, I haven't seen any headbanger music there, but they have everything else.). The Comanche Nation (<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.comanchenation.com/">http://www.comanchenation.com/</a> ) for their help with the Comanche language.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Quote du jour:</div><div align="left">"A mob is no less a mob just because it's with you." John Adams, John Adams, HBO special production </div> <div align="center"></div>

Bo Bice Updates- May 4th, 08

Bo to Perform on FOX's American Idol May 7th Bo will be performing live on FOX's American Idol on May 7th at 9pm (EST). Tune in to see Bo perform "Witness" from his latest album, See The Light, with the American Idol House Band! Check your local listings. Read what Bo has to say in his own words: He&nbsp;posted a&nbsp;<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.bobice.com/blog_16064">NEW BLOG</a>&nbsp;on <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.bobice.com/">BoBice.com</a>. &nbsp; Bo Bice at Trussville, AL May 3, 2008 Bo rocked Walmart yesterday while out promoting "See The Light". Check out these great video's thanks to BoLisa: <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMIAGBDgv9M">PART 1</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WXiSJ-1QFI">PART 2</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhGA5Wqfi9E">PART 3</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xwnE7irPWg">PART 4</a> Bo sang with Lynyrd Skynyrd once again Bo was in Atlanta for the Rowdy Frynds tour and joined Lynyrd Skynyrd on stage to sing "Sweet Home Alabama". <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.bobice.com/">BoBice.Com</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.myspace.com/bobice">Bo Bice MySpace</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.myspace.com/dianelev">~Diane~</a> BUY "SEE THE LIGHT" <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=qlWZOFzNVyI&offerid=78941&type=3&subid=0&tmpid=1826&RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253Fi%253D264410633%2526id%253D264410277%2526s%253D143441%2526partnerId%253D30">"See The Light" on iTunes</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=7801525">Order "See The Light" CD at Walmart</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://downloads.walmart.com/swap/LoadAlbumSongList.do?itemId=7769529">Order "See The Light" MP3's at Walmart</a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000WKN1D6/ref=dm_sp_alb/105-4793543-7927622">Order "See The Light" MP3's at Amazon</a>

Hillary Andrews Sexually Harassed

<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2T9BmOyBRLhyphenhyphen7Bnia9_xg6OMxkX3vuaD6CnyoNfy4flrvv07f6wVqMl2YKUUKdt-Bzn2H0KirOdvCcNmQhwUtn8zbkx_wteCwE_GqJo7LPy2X6phu7YO-UXfuoShMPjjX8piHOko0NVP/s1600-h/hillary-andrews.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197651460056336450" style="FLOAT:right;MARGIN:0px 0px 10px 10px;CURSOR:hand;" alt="Hillary Andrews" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2T9BmOyBRLhyphenhyphen7Bnia9_xg6OMxkX3vuaD6CnyoNfy4flrvv07f6wVqMl2YKUUKdt-Bzn2H0KirOdvCcNmQhwUtn8zbkx_wteCwE_GqJo7LPy2X6phu7YO-UXfuoShMPjjX8piHOko0NVP/s320/hillary-andrews.jpg" border="0"/></a>Hillary Andrews, known for her stint on the Weather Channel, has one a sexual harassment claim against co-presenter Bob Stokes, 50. She received an undisclosed sum. Hillary claimed that Stokes continually asked her about her sex life and made, what she considered to be, crude comments such as, "Will you lick my swizzle stick?" An arbitrator decided that Stoles had in fact subjected Hillary Andrews to 'severe and pervasive' sexual harassment that was 'extreme and offensive'. The <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/05072008/news/nationalnews/will_you_lick_my_swizzle_stick__109782.htm">NY Post</a> says that the following was contained within the suit against Stokes: <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIS9_L-ezB_HKiHczMIN5CibQnIwggPKdy5uBXmi-FH6ecU8U8o3iMAwj8-qthoA60elfx-YPKQfze3jmSp77wrl1ojT_queaCu6jSEMyVqzJR8g7Fsdp9rxCKjtdSuH2tyuwiCChDTKv/s1600-h/hillary-andrews-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197654767181154386" style="FLOAT:left;MARGIN:0px 10px 10px 0px;CURSOR:hand;" alt="Hillary Andrews sexual harassment" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIS9_L-ezB_HKiHczMIN5CibQnIwggPKdy5uBXmi-FH6ecU8U8o3iMAwj8-qthoA60elfx-YPKQfze3jmSp77wrl1ojT_queaCu6jSEMyVqzJR8g7Fsdp9rxCKjtdSuH2tyuwiCChDTKv/s200/hillary-andrews-2.jpg" border="0"/></a> <blockquote>"Stokes began telling her he was attracted to her. He told her that it had been a long time since he had been so attracted to someone. He repeatedly asked whether she was attracted to him. He repeatedly asked if she would go out with him. He made crude sexual remarks. Stokes then started asking intimate questions about Andrews' former husband and her sexual relationships. When Stokes finally realized he was never going to get anywhere, he began to sabotage her on-air performance. When she complained, the Weather Channel placed her on the overnight shift and then said it would not renew her contract."</blockquote>

SDSU Drug Bust: Let's Not Blame the Frats (theta chi)

I've been thinking about the duke rape hubbub- you know, the one where a bunch of college lacrosse players were falsely charged with rape? There, the focus was on college athletes & sex crime, here it is frats and drug crime. So, it shouldn't be a witch hunt for the frats involved.

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Loving

Via <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.ourfuture.org/blog-entry/loving">Rick Perlstein</a> <blockquote>Mildred Loving was a black woman who married a white man in Virginia, which was against the law in the state. She took her case all the way up to the Supreme Court, which struck down interracial marriage bans in the 1967 Loving v. Virginia decision. Today it was announced that she has died at the age of 68. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/us/AP-Obit-Loving.html?_r=1&amp;scp=1&amp;sq=mildred+loving&amp;st=nyt&amp;oref=slogin">But what her AP obituary doesn't mention</a>Ã¢Â€Â"hopefully others will correct the oversightÃ¢Â€Â"is that last year Mildred Loving came out foursquare for marriage equality for same-sex couples as well, and insisted you should, too. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.ourfuture.org/blog-entry/loving">Continued here...</a></blockquote><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.ourfuture.org/blog-entry/loving"></a>

Sue Scheff: Parent Connect - Online Program Allows Parents to Tracks Kids' Grades Step by Step

<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEify1JIp1oCz7U76elPKZnSSBtnfUMHNG9HH3902RUyO9FkrKnbtvyv92NFzlmH9aEoOqJzqQruWc0OV0IndPuq_aOrWIGeqJQXsMwAjQIWq6xyU4yHpAM4ZmqVaaspk8h924Q_eaYyHlsg/s1600-h/parentconnect_com.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197037187685586242" style="FLOAT:left;MARGIN:0px 10px 10px 0px;CURSOR:hand;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEify1JIp1oCz7U76elPKZnSSBtnfUMHNG9HH3902RUyO9FkrKnbtvyv92NFzlmH9aEoOqJzqQruWc0OV0IndPuq_aOrWIGeqJQXsMwAjQIWq6xyU4yHpAM4ZmqVaaspk8h924Q_eaYyHlsg/s200/parentconnect_com.jpg" border="0"/></a> <div>A new online program called Parent Connect allows parents to check their children's grades step by step Ã¢Â€Â" long before a report card is printed. </div> <div> But is the technological advance an ace for students and teachers or a hindrance that allows helicopter parents to hover? </div> <div> Visit <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.parentconnect.com/">http://www.parentconnect.com/</a> or for more on <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=4786823">Good Morning America's Show click here</a>.</div> <div></div> <div> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.helpyourteens.com/">http://www.helpyourteens.com/</a></div> <div><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.witsendbook.com/">http://www.witsendbook.com/</a></div>

scarlett & ryan engaged!

<a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMLCIeCF7NG_plaYYIyTykfnquQ_gQZKsYD2UvWkt7rYHXvLhiH3opPLzPn-dejEbnGFtjTP144NRvn4ckE-A79ldZnySuNIlwZ0WnLDUfDX6bpBxUtQbd3REI4uGjC69rVHriAQ6rAX2/s1600-h/rr+sj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196977133274605090" style="DISPLAY:block;MARGIN:0px auto 10px;CURSOR:hand;TEXT-ALIGN:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMLCIeCF7NG_plaYYIyTykfnquQ_gQZKsYD2UvWkt7rYHXvLhiH3opPLzPn-dejEbnGFtjTP144NRvn4ckE-A79ldZnySuNIlwZ0WnLDUfDX6bpBxUtQbd3REI4uGjC69rVHriAQ6rAX2/s400/rr%252Bsj.jpg" border="0"/></a>Scarlett &amp; Ryan se han comprometido! El representante de Scarlett ha confirmado que se va a casar con Ryan Reynolds: "EstÃƒÂ¡n los dos emcionados". La pareja lleva saliendo alrededor de un aÃƒÂ±o y aÃƒÂºn no tienen fecha para la boda. QuÃƒÂ© pensÃƒÂ¡is sobre esto??? Scarlett no parece de las que se apresura en cuanto a relaciones asi que debe estar bastante segura de que Ryan es el apropiado para ella. Les deseo toda la felicidad porque Ryan parece ser un tipo genial y ella nunca habÃƒÂa sido antes tan abierta con una relaciÃƒÂ³n asi que todo lo mejor para la feliz pareja. Tal vez Scarlett muestre esta noche en la Costume Insitute Gala su anillo de compromiso o hagan su primera apariciÃƒÂ³n pÃƒÂºblica juntos asi que ya lo veremos maÃƒÂ±ana. ___ Ã¢Â™Â¥ Scarlett &amp; Ryan Engaged! <div></div> <div>Scarlett's rep has confirmed that she is set to marry her boyfriend Ryan Reynolds: </div><div>"They're both thrilled." </div> <div>The couple have been dating for over a year and have not set a wedding date. </div><div></div><div>So what do you think about this??? Scarlett seems not to be the type who hurries when it comes to relationships so she must be pretty sure Ryan is the one for her. I really wish them all the happiness because Ryan seems to be a great guy and she never has been so open with a relationship before so all the best for the happy couple. </div><div>Maybe Scarlett will show her engagement ring at tonight's Costume Insitute Gala or make their first public appareance together so we'll find out about that tomorrow. </div> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUG0R8rAGzxpK4ii_g7Em6eoLrafSNmis9mjIjWaYspRUH66fI-O5vdTYWLe4NJL54_qzSItmLDMBkp3EcC4he3HyqQc7LNod63cdnR2Fl2SG6ljEAz1htgd168KgGXFcnKmbeM6CWFR-k/s1600-h/CelebutopiaScarlettJohanssonandactorRyanReynoldsarrivetoLAXfromVancouver11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196977180519245362" style="DISPLAY:block;MARGIN:0px auto 10px;CURSOR:hand;TEXT-ALIGN:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUG0R8rAGzxpK4ii_g7Em6eoLrafSNmis9mjIjWaYspRUH66fI-O5vdTYWLe4NJL54_qzSItmLDMBkp3EcC4he3HyqQc7LNod63cdnR2Fl2SG6ljEAz1htgd168KgGXFcnKmbeM6CWFR-k/s400/CelebutopiaScarlettJohanssonandactorRyanReynoldsarrivetoLAXfromVancouver11.jpg" border="0"/></a> <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLQhsuTEvXmDG3b2EqAHN7SHZw5lce8azU93wlZOKJ-bkYIUSjvRMd7VWxm5YaLGqsrwCope4Y7f-JcImMjz6Y8zAjNpuQNR4qhVE8-CtRoFILI4d_IQKzCxN1LjdamsOmuDgVcTDw8Ij/s1600-h/dxg34.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196977193404147266" style="DISPLAY:block;MARGIN:0px auto 10px;CURSOR:hand;TEXT-ALIGN:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLQhsuTEvXmDG3b2EqAHN7SHZw5lce8azU93wlZOKJ-bkYIUSjvRMd7VWxm5YaLGqsrwCope4Y7f-JcImMjz6Y8zAjNpuQNR4qhVE8-CtRoFILI4d_IQKzCxN1LjdamsOmuDgVcTDw8Ij/s400/dxg34.jpg" border="0"/></a>

Nargis victims need your donation (2)

<blockquote> You could read this post in <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=14536340&amp;postID=9126681088520676439#nargisaid2-en">English</a> or <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=14536340&amp;postID=9126681088520676439#nargisaid2-mm">Myanmar</a> </blockquote> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN:justify;"><a rel="nofollow" name="nargisaid2-en"></a><h2>English</h2> I've managed to get in touch with one of the organizers leading the donation collection and had a conversation about aid they're planning to offer to the victims of Nargis. The collection points for donations are <ul><li>Lin Let @ 2nd Floor, Peninsula Plaza, Singapore</li><li>Sin Myanmar @ 3rd Floor, Peninsula Plaza, Singapore</li><li>Tha Pyay Nu (Daw Than Than Nu)</li><li>Lan Pya Kyal Library.</li></ul>Alternatively, one could also get in touch with the following members of Overseas Burmese Patriots Organization <ul><li>Ko Aye Ko Ko - 9635 2064</li><li>Ko Win Kyaw - 8189 8420</li><li>Ko Soe Tun - 9487 4413</li><li>Ko Min Thein - 8186 0042</li><li>Ko Nyi - 9742 0905</li><li>Ko Thurein Win - 8186 8156</li><li>Ma Lei Lei - 9272 6744</li></ul>(Please note that this is a joint force operation, hence there's no matter wherever the donation has been made.) The donations will be transferred to Kyaw Thu's Social Aid Association (This is not the official name of the association.), a non-government organization, to offer help for those in need of help. As mentioned before, the donations figures and information will be made available to public at <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://aungsayarpyi.blogspot.com/">http://aungsayarpyi.blogspot.com/</a> &amp; <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://54freedom.blogspot.com/">http://54freedom.blogspot.com/</a>. The donation collection has been started since yesterday evening and the total donations received so far is around SGD 1800, said one of the organizers for donations collection at Singapore. Ongoing discussions have been carried out with international organizations and NGOs for help. After Tsunami in 2004, Myanmar Government turned down the offer to help the affected areas of Irrawady NGOs of foreign countries. 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<div><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKgN6R59dVZy1U1j8AfuxMRlC814TXT38fRiNKQH8fhENHdBeY5AGFbI1DvEptFZYz6iSsXbZhXpKEkhckQwRxncbim-14zQ940dNBVdITTw0GTwGFuCIdYRRcJlSCxW6c6HtHtDzXFU/s1600-h/mrs_elton2banner.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196276736073433634" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKgN6R59dVZy1U1j8AfuxMRlC814TXT38fRiNKQH8fhENHdBeY5AGFbI1DvEptFZYz6iSsXbZhXpKEkhckQwRxncbim-14zQ940dNBVdITTw0GTwGFuCIdYRRcJlSCxW6c6HtHtDzXFU/s400/mrs_elton2banner.JPG" border="0"/></a>Gentle Readersâ€¦ Cranford arrives... and a contest begins! <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2BZdpxBmVPojgvxjm8Obhi2ua8yQyDqprg2SejzLEYPjQB2sI6F4elid1ZOFzj-tyiws9x3Psd9Yelf4knrNJQcAAQnVOJnuBKgYAjeRHBT7KOS8SPrNfNu7caKNEHAxE8BwDBGD3Ps/s1600-h/cranford_dvdcover1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195997567494160578" style="margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;float:left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2BZdpxBmVPojgvxjm8Obhi2ua8yQyDqprg2SejzLEYPjQB2sI6F4elid1ZOFzj-tyiws9x3Psd9Yelf4knrNJQcAAQnVOJnuBKgYAjeRHBT7KOS8SPrNfNu7caKNEHAxE8BwDBGD3Ps/s400/cranford_dvdcover1w.jpg" border="0"/></a><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/cranford/index.html">Cranford</a>, episode <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/cranford/synopsis.html">one</a>, the PBS mini-series of <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://janeausteninvermont.wordpress.com/2008/04/29/a-few-words-on-elizabeth-gaskell/">Elizabeth Gaskellâ€™s</a> novel premiers tonight on PBS at 9:00 pm. It received rave <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.cranfordchronicles.com/?cat=20">reviews</a> when in aired last fall in the UK, so we are quite excited to meet Misses Matty (Judi Dench) and Deborah (Eileen Atkins) and the other ladies of the charming English <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-_xZyemDrb8ekJ3BZJwM8ZhJO1B0m_OQWVlVHKAr8vLTg66I9ZydWrEUf3D3gNgk_A4mKqjxL9sLe7j_1iO-ZSWhx4a160XL7s_rQE882sDgZGnKI7BM92aHWvGVHFCsW4iYdOqmHrQ/s1600-h/mrseltoninamerica1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195998070005334226" style="margin:0px 0px 10px 10px;float:right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-_xZyemDrb8ekJ3BZJwM8ZhJO1B0m_OQWVlVHKAr8vLTg66I9ZydWrEUf3D3gNgk_A4mKqjxL9sLe7j_1iO-ZSWhx4a160XL7s_rQE882sDgZGnKI7BM92aHWvGVHFCsW4iYdOqmHrQ/s400/mrseltoninamerica1w.jpg" border="0"/></a> village of Cranford. The delight will be the pleasure of their company for the next three Sundays (May 4th, 11th and 18th), and to have the distinct honor of author <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.dianabirchall.net/">Diana Birchallâ€™s</a> contribution as she channels Jane Austenâ€™s infamous gad-about and all around busy-body Mrs. Elton from the novel Emma. Readers will remember Mrs. Eltonâ€™s recent visit when she reviewed the PBS airing of the adaptation of <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://austenprose.wordpress.com/2008/03/23/emma-review-by-the-vacuous-and-vulgar-mrs-elton/">Emma</a> last March on Austenprose, and her hilarious book, <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Mrs-Elton-America-Compleat/dp/1905016018/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1209786751&amp;sr=8-1">Mrs. Elton in America</a> Diana Birchallâ€™s introductionâ€¦ <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztMrqXl3AyjaYY3fg_87PNyQyi4wG3_816tBr4jCeUKr9BETV1u3yxt7mPMtu2TdXpQ6Oeuy_wGGUl3AFC3qa-VVIich8gdtjb7SDzSVU1KEG5L7Z-j4TCvadSvvHCOvUYJAhTgt63ko/s1600-h/dianabrichal1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195999135157223650" style="margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;float:left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztMrqXl3AyjaYY3fg_87PNyQyi4wG3_816tBr4jCeUKr9BETV1u3yxt7mPMtu2TdXpQ6Oeuy_wGGUl3AFC3qa-VVIich8gdtjb7SDzSVU1KEG5L7Z-j4TCvadSvvHCOvUYJAhTgt63ko/s400/dianabrichal1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>Oh, my poor head. It is that infernal Mrs. Elton trying to get out again. It's like having a woodpecker rapping on your skull from the inside. Why can't I be the medium of channeling one of Jane Austen's nicer characters? Lizzy, say, or Anne, or my dear Mr. Tilney. But no. To have this woman's caw sounding in my ears is no pleasure, I can tell you. Still, it might be worse; I might be afflicted with Mr. Collins. I saw the first hour of the new Cranford at a screening the other evening, and sure enough, I was awakened that very night by that inimitable indignant voice. Mrs. Elton, resident still of Highbury, demands to tell the world what she thinks of Cranford. I had better let her do so, or the woman will drive me mad. Some might say she has done so already. Well, here's Augusta Herself, I wish you joy of her. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyjehC2HutE70udJLGevfCljzZX0Nvp1RrIvrM1fYWNAs-RN-p_YqfNRMN85FM5mkVuatPdCT_39Te6Ie9LyVLAyUqggPVgYWLp_dM90GHCjgZ8QwQ_5gEe-6lXleiuH7m9iHPGpEqsQ/s1600-h/emma2_eltons2w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195999607603626226" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyjehC2HutE70udJLGevfCljzZX0Nvp1RrIvrM1fYWNAs-RN-p_YqfNRMN85FM5mkVuatPdCT_39Te6Ie9LyVLAyUqggPVgYWLp_dM90GHCjgZ8QwQ_5gEe-6lXleiuH7m9iHPGpEqsQ/s400/emma2_eltons2w.jpg" border="0"/></a>Mrs Elton has her sayâ€¦ Good heaven! It is a fine thing to be back at home in Highbury again. You would not think, that at our age, Mr. E and I would fly about so much as we do, but I assure you it is so. We have been to Cranford, which you must know is in the very vicinity of Manchester, and that is almost as dire-sounding a place as Birmingham. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglY7auU1ZiK1N_Mtbl37MR7lgjPKS6qfABjANYLKnRpCxMeiS7hRxBol_SPc4WRkNwl131_f0rkQTxC7KKv6EV5jZY0r2x8ZhoJvUkaXcmnz9vk71mjMoN8FjU1RV11zRC0J1gBmMoHA/s1600-h/cranford_title1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196000354927935746" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiglY7auU1ZiK1N_Mtbl37MR7lgjPKS6qfABjANYLKnRpCxMeiS7hRxBol_SPc4WRkNwl131_f0rkQTxC7KKv6EV5jZY0r2x8ZhoJvUkaXcmnz9vk71mjMoN8FjU1RV11zRC0J1gBmMoHA/s400/cranford_title1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>It is very far to go for an exploring-party, but we cannot always be visiting Selina, and places about Bristol; and so we went to the Peak, on a party of pleasure, which was very delightful. On our journey home however our carriage broke down, and it was fortunate that I realized we were within half a dozen miles of Cranford, where Mr. E has some connections; and I told him to send the man to my Lady Ludlow forthwith, and beg her for some assistance. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZS0mfGuYTtWPueNvqBvOvqntb8rSZyGI_aUQyhj5qPDwuspYIgD7S48KhF924lhJB3uaMczYCgFb9ctKgceK-W4XiM0WYGk1HH0h9KLEgJUHx4ec5-rmux3qjZNZGBYd8X1I3jykZso/s1600-h/cranford_hanburycourt1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196001226806296850" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZS0mfGuYTtWPueNvqBvOvqntb8rSZyGI_aUQyhj5qPDwuspYIgD7S48KhF924lhJB3uaMczYCgFb9ctKgceK-W4XiM0WYGk1HH0h9KLEgJUHx4ec5-rmux3qjZNZGBYd8X1I3jykZso/s400/cranford_hanburycourt1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>That is, we have only seen my Lady Ludlow the once, at her great barracks of a place, when last we were visiting Cranford, some five and twenty years ago, but we have heard of her for ever in letters from Miss Matty and Miss Deborah. They are some sort of cousins to my dear Mr. E, though really we see them very seldom, for they are not quite the style of people we would care to have visit us in Highbury, though very good sort of folk I have no doubt. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgwjLj_8WEGJCDJ12PHLQ_yZYQHGf9kxXs-v-u36T5hYzrKC3f7DF09qlJ3yW0XKV-f4Az63gnGYgkgZRzl4HgYTb99ycKcUjINU_4u4alDrZkMjqi3isV0rwv9lZI8pbMPOj5luPdsI/s1600-h/cranford1_ladies2w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196001583288582434" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgwjLj_8WEGJCDJ12PHLQ_yZYQHGf9kxXs-v-u36T5hYzrKC3f7DF09qlJ3yW0XKV-f4Az63gnGYgkgZRzl4HgYTb99ycKcUjINU_4u4alDrZkMjqi3isV0rwv9lZI8pbMPOj5luPdsI/s400/cranford1_ladies2w.jpg" border="0"/></a>It was growing rather late, and rather dark, and so we were glad when the man returned at last with some sort of â€" conveyance, I suppose it must be called, that I believe the people of Cranford hire about among themselves; I should have been ashamed to have been seen in such a horrid old coach, only for the extreme exigency. As we drove into Cranford, it was still light enough to see; and then I remembered what a squalid little place it always was, and still is. Indeed, I would not have believed it; it has not changed one iota this quarter of a century, and is positively primitive, not to say vulgar. But that is an epithet that belongs more to the people than the buildings. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rjkekMwHwj14CQ-jAvFGmxsGIvn9WmpbOaGX9vbOq8nOfu5wDvGlIpKzN3grDOCwYQFTbVZ-ybkBE9iBXi7RLK7yLjee_vp2R8Apx-HF_1VL-z2e9rMNPDR4XRPDQAFJIz96hjNfQNk/s1600-h/cranford1_cranfordvillage1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196002038555115826" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rjkekMwHwj14CQ-jAvFGmxsGIvn9WmpbOaGX9vbOq8nOfu5wDvGlIpKzN3grDOCwYQFTbVZ-ybkBE9iBXi7RLK7yLjee_vp2R8Apx-HF_1VL-z2e9rMNPDR4XRPDQAFJIz96hjNfQNk/s400/cranford1_cranfordvillage1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>It was, however, perfectly indispensible, in these circumstances, that we visit poor Miss Matty and Miss Deborah; and there they sat in their sad little house, lit by only two candles, and those not even made out of wax. Only think! When I was first married, in 1815 as was (though I have heard that some people do believe that the events of Emma occurred in 1808; they may talk about "internal evidence" all they like, but I assure you that is quite a wrong notion), we had wax-candles in every room of the vicarage. It was quite a paradise of light! Nowadays, of course, we use the most up-to-date methods, and have gas-lamps throughout; but I do not believe they have a single gas-lamp in Cranford to this day, in the year of our Lord and our good Queen, 1851: Was there ever such a village! <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmKw4q2Q8Mmx8mzKMKW-NAPvNg7Eix3nbj67DJASxFKvBeGoFPAwaRBwclECaxIRAVeLupzjlNXKbDeszUdqdcR5poJkjqXWnSZaMcZzAW-RUsBUzghR8sEKVrgr7uhfqOxT29tMFlrM/s1600-h/cranford1_ladies5w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004134499156290" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmKw4q2Q8Mmx8mzKMKW-NAPvNg7Eix3nbj67DJASxFKvBeGoFPAwaRBwclECaxIRAVeLupzjlNXKbDeszUdqdcR5poJkjqXWnSZaMcZzAW-RUsBUzghR8sEKVrgr7uhfqOxT29tMFlrM/s400/cranford1_ladies5w.jpg" border="0"/></a>And Miss Matty and Miss Deborah â€" I never was so shocked in my life. I remembered them to have been, never pretty girls, but Matty was rather sweet, and Deborah rather handsome; and now they are hideous, quite hideous. Thank heaven! I have preserved better than they; but then, married women you know, have comforts, which single women have not, and it was perfectly plain to see that spinsterhood has taken its toll on these sweet sisters. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCeIC7HhBha7q9I6Q7XbQnYp5v514OfdYDL0BFMRndEsw4KiCvgxgEMDEqroAY6RXqLdw6bUtYso_-I4iOpHAQ8QfkiDQZA9GGdfV4Zc-paET2SGmMVrJ5VDOyfRP-rQxxmXod7NS97s/s1600-h/cranford1_ladyludlow3w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004551110984018" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCeIC7HhBha7q9I6Q7XbQnYp5v514OfdYDL0BFMRndEsw4KiCvgxgEMDEqroAY6RXqLdw6bUtYso_-I4iOpHAQ8QfkiDQZA9GGdfV4Zc-paET2SGmMVrJ5VDOyfRP-rQxxmXod7NS97s/s400/cranford1_ladyludlow3w.jpg" border="0"/></a>I did wish my Lady Ludlow would have been to home, as her dwelling would have been so much more suitable for us in every way, for even such a temporary sojourn; it is larger even, I believe, than Maple Grove. However, great people have their whims, and she might not remember us, or as seems likelier, even be dead. Mrs. Gaskell's story My Lady Ludlow was written in 1857, you know, much after Cranford, and it tells about times past, when the lady was already quite an old woman, so I do not know what she is doing in that modern stereopticon story; but I will not cavil now. Well, well, there was nothing to do but to make ourselves content where we were, as I am sure I have always a great talent for doing, even in the very heart of Cranford. Mr. Elton was uncomfortable enough, as it was perfectly plain that the ladies did not at all care to have a man in the house, but however they disliked his sex, he is a relation, and they could hardly turn him out so late at night. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7qRjzOCMlklOKl9fGt4_EMmZrAqoUXcxALJ75ffQl8YJXM0FAqGfFjKATfhv4iSLcOREl4SSnw95NOh-DD2n_YmYvIK8X4fd9LMFZ9Z7i1vaQiJcY2gsE7pk0n7FoThPvFvHle2NCo4/s1600-h/cranford1_drharrison3w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005014967452002" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7qRjzOCMlklOKl9fGt4_EMmZrAqoUXcxALJ75ffQl8YJXM0FAqGfFjKATfhv4iSLcOREl4SSnw95NOh-DD2n_YmYvIK8X4fd9LMFZ9Z7i1vaQiJcY2gsE7pk0n7FoThPvFvHle2NCo4/s400/cranford1_drharrison3w.jpg" border="0"/></a>To return to this stereopticon affair. It is a great invention, to be sure, a new kind of photography, I collect, that permits pictures to positively move, in a most uncanny fashion; and the photographers quite rightly have taken all of Miss Jane Austenâ€™s books and done full justice to them before making any attempts upon the works of Mrs. Gaskell, who is much inferior, as I can say without any prejudice at all. It is quite a miracle, to be sure; yet it is also positively amazing how many mistakes have been made in the course of this prodigious entertainment. For one, it said that the events in Cranford transpired in 1840, which every body knows not to be true; and for another, it has a most mysterious propensity for placing people from other â€" worlds, I was going to say, but perhaps more properly books, all together in a miserable confusion. Just as ranks and circles, lines and spheres, ought not to be confounded, people from one place and class ought not to be mixed. Lady Ludlow is only one example. It is quite wrong. Can you imagine what would happen if people created by Miss Jane Austen, say, were to meet with those who were the invention of Mrs. Gaskell? Heaven above! If would be bad enough if Mr. Darcy were to sit on the same Magistrates court with Mr. Knightley, or if Emma Woodhouse and Fanny Price were to be bosom friends. No, no, such half and half doings can never prosper, I assure you. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkNER0DwqnPhjg-NusJPHvXg8TgXpRmDH65QFclCCAl87QsiIbhHcZXs0fdDX0rpO_TuBZXAsxo3VSxtR2Zjr9Kb2JCGBq4QY9IqSWAK0h1KnvoMNTIFtse0V1AW1DKxfdK2_-xggpwc/s1600-h/cranford1_ladies4w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005453054116210" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkNER0DwqnPhjg-NusJPHvXg8TgXpRmDH65QFclCCAl87QsiIbhHcZXs0fdDX0rpO_TuBZXAsxo3VSxtR2Zjr9Kb2JCGBq4QY9IqSWAK0h1KnvoMNTIFtse0V1AW1DKxfdK2_-xggpwc/s400/cranford1_ladies4w.jpg" border="0"/></a>You may then ask, what am I, Mrs. Elton, who flourished in Highbury in 1815, doing in Cranford at the middle of the century? That is easy to answer. Although Miss Jane Austen did not survive, I have, and at this time am barely fifty, or at least not much more than sixty, and quite as vigorous and fresh as a woman half my age, I do assure you. Mr. E keeps well too, and now that our children are grown and all in their different places (our oldest, Philip Augustus, has gone to America and is a Congressman, you know, and a very great defender of the Indians), we have recaptured all our early passion for exploring. You must not think us the sort of provincial folk who never stir from their park, like Mrs. Knightley, or indeed, these poor good Jenkyns sisters. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-QfJSOo3Gcv3kUNKJH5CvImqj1-hQie-X30DNUH9Yf9UiVqEC3mCZwoFUvDBfb5dxFHvLT48ZHmrdkkbBAU7s2R2mjOkd1xvJF6dq7KAoDmDYe0FH_RiSMD2ciNd6-G-l7_DnQwHUXc/s1600-h/cranford1_misspole3w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196006316342542722" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-QfJSOo3Gcv3kUNKJH5CvImqj1-hQie-X30DNUH9Yf9UiVqEC3mCZwoFUvDBfb5dxFHvLT48ZHmrdkkbBAU7s2R2mjOkd1xvJF6dq7KAoDmDYe0FH_RiSMD2ciNd6-G-l7_DnQwHUXc/s400/cranford1_misspole3w.jpg" border="0"/></a>I will have a great deal to say about my visit to Cranford, in ensuing visits, and not all of it complimentary, you may depend upon that; but you only hear truth from me. I never compliment, as every one knows. I have already told you how I was first struck with the appearance of poor Miss Matty and Miss Deborah; so that I was quite ashamed to be seen beside them, as even my second-best traveling gown was made of silk, and I had a very fine pelisse with sable upon it, which I saw them noticing, poor things. They tried to look disapproving, with meaningful looks, but I could not be taken in; what could they have felt but envy? I am sure they do not see such a dress from one year to the next; their own gowns were positively rusty. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJBZLbIgG9aBbK6Cx1DbAy3tkri46yeUB11dzoCiB6GQKU8C3h-0ll1VRevhj_9amJSLOqMV-SCo-nhuOeKZTj-s4oiRWZxtjIptPslEGmjCRRR1-Gk-HYNE2O6xE8h40OEWfMNhF9tg/s1600-h/cranford1_tea1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196006741544305042" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJBZLbIgG9aBbK6Cx1DbAy3tkri46yeUB11dzoCiB6GQKU8C3h-0ll1VRevhj_9amJSLOqMV-SCo-nhuOeKZTj-s4oiRWZxtjIptPslEGmjCRRR1-Gk-HYNE2O6xE8h40OEWfMNhF9tg/s400/cranford1_tea1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>And the food that was spread upon the table, my dear! It was so scanty, that I honestly was afraid they were starving themselves to give us tea; I would send them some vegetables from the vicarage garden if only it was not such a very great distance away. There were so many signs of their poverty altogether, I was quite uncomfortable. Not only did they speak incessantly of â€œelegant economy,â€ but I can swear I heard the words â€œCheshire is cheaper.â€ Exactly so! as my caro sposo would say. I really think I need say no more of these peopleâ€™s gentility. There was not even a scrap of ice upon the table; I remember making quite a fuss about ice in the card-parties at Highbury when I was first transplanted there as a bride, but more than thirty years later, these poor people have nothing but the pitifulest old ice house across the village square, shared in common with every body else in the place â€" more of your leveling notions. It is all of a piece with the gas-lamps. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIWxHsdbDtzclnupVWLjnDdwtjd8cjaEjU7CwZAnSbQRwLF1dIjUlJGdodY8GfOTydq02tAepZrSyztxwa1B4QbLLCJh6BRTpAgpsXc7xMaDi5nRdkVrX_7pc42NCDJaErU_PueelpYM/s1600-h/cranford1_gardenparty0w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196007136681296290" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIWxHsdbDtzclnupVWLjnDdwtjd8cjaEjU7CwZAnSbQRwLF1dIjUlJGdodY8GfOTydq02tAepZrSyztxwa1B4QbLLCJh6BRTpAgpsXc7xMaDi5nRdkVrX_7pc42NCDJaErU_PueelpYM/s400/cranford1_gardenparty0w.jpg" border="0"/></a>The ladies of Cranford do have some notions of decorum and gentility, I grant, though they are so very countrified and live such a retired life as to be quite out of the fashionable world. I do believe that the vulgarity shown in that regrettable stereopticon play can be laid almost entirely at the door, not of the ladies or even poor Mrs. Gaskell, but of the photographer himself. I am sure he was not a gentleman, for he insisted upon us watching a medical operation (Mr. E would never allow me to see such a thing). There was also such a vile business made about the cat and the boot; and to think of having Miss Matty say that a cow is quite a daughter to her! <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGGDr-hGyJYor-2gh2M4y_OAfRSp-oH5x449h_XdYSN6zT3iTNoK_55wxWUUnF3Rq7hLTJ4Mr0X0sRFdrf5ntzGcZ48GkRTDs5vWUjR0oYpuqszgoErN4SJG_3KwYcdfwhqMagO41a3s/s1600-h/cranford1_cow1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196008330682204594" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGGDr-hGyJYor-2gh2M4y_OAfRSp-oH5x449h_XdYSN6zT3iTNoK_55wxWUUnF3Rq7hLTJ4Mr0X0sRFdrf5ntzGcZ48GkRTDs5vWUjR0oYpuqszgoErN4SJG_3KwYcdfwhqMagO41a3s/s400/cranford1_cow1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>Surely, to speak of the barnyard is the province of farmers, not gentlewomen. I was never in any party where ladies spoke in such a way. Those who say that the Victorian age is a more prudish one than what preceded it are quite mistaken. Miss Jane Austen does not even once mention a cat in a single one of her books; and I am sorry to be forced to the conclusion that Mrs. Gaskell is the vulgarest of the two. And I am a judge. I always had a natural inclination in that way even as a young woman, and now, as I am quite the first lady in society in Highbury (except, perhaps, for Mrs. Knightley, whose adherents are perfectly deluded), I am abundantly qualified for the office of pointing out the deficiencies of Cranford. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCBpiGdMjlmQddt0IFQNeKIW9EENziq-TErrgMpt486aQUWPFSHoG95vq5DeyGT-UFsdhGfgF1o1fzZXMsiqYZ-DugC6JwgGtIVEQ0yX5hUfAM3IcStoDAIOm_5_9TxGP5wl4NfuHE9g/s1600-h/cranford1_lace3w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009142431023554" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCBpiGdMjlmQddt0IFQNeKIW9EENziq-TErrgMpt486aQUWPFSHoG95vq5DeyGT-UFsdhGfgF1o1fzZXMsiqYZ-DugC6JwgGtIVEQ0yX5hUfAM3IcStoDAIOm_5_9TxGP5wl4NfuHE9g/s400/cranford1_lace3w.jpg" border="0"/></a>Quite another matter from the elegancies of life in either Cranford or Highbury, is this stereopticon play. It will be natural for me to give my strictures and opinions on these proceedings as they are unfolded, as I have now endured a â€" Skreening, they call it, of the first part of the business. The occasion, I must confess, opened with some Ã©clat. I was invited â€" for who could think of leaving me out â€" to a little party that was held in late April in a ballroom, a very large ballroom indeed. This ballroom, or perhaps stadium, quite resembled Astleyâ€™s, I thought, though without the horses, and was in a very fine modern building called the Directors Guild, in the Far Western American city of Los Angeles. A Picture-Palace, I am told such places used to be called. The people who came (and very oddly they were dressed, too; the ladies nearly all in breeches, and with their hair so short, so oddly coloured, my dear! How you would have stared). <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCOHcf1ox40t39gpa90n9NnnqVrOSpA6kzTUVge8cWH_5xIBF4I92xJ5VXwcsCYqLpYuM1nwUQYaR5XNt-cF8O3WJpYFKPGpUlMLA7dafBazhjlnDtQDF-Dh8YfFRW1qK-4GVmwX6o68/s1600-h/cranford1_fashion2w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009773791216082" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCOHcf1ox40t39gpa90n9NnnqVrOSpA6kzTUVge8cWH_5xIBF4I92xJ5VXwcsCYqLpYuM1nwUQYaR5XNt-cF8O3WJpYFKPGpUlMLA7dafBazhjlnDtQDF-Dh8YfFRW1qK-4GVmwX6o68/s400/cranford1_fashion2w.jpg" border="0"/></a>We were given quite elegant viands, prawns, and potato-pancakes, and Italian meats â€" most elegant, and the place was lighted up so brilliantly, it must have cost a vast sum in gas-lamps. Well: they showed a part of this Cranford play, up on an immensely large wall hanging, and the audience liked it vastly, they made very little attempt to conceal their rather indecorous laughter, at the Cranford peopleâ€™s quaint doings, which I thought quite rude. I do not believe I have ever seen so many people all together in my entire life, but most remarkable was what happened at the end. Chairs were placed upon the stage, and who should walk out and sit in them but the very actresses we had seen on the Skreen but moments ago! They seated themselves, and spoke with great condescension and cordiality, for full an hour; and the audience were very cordial to them in return, though to be sure, they acted very well, only too well, so that it made one about what their reputations could be. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuHJQREZaeHCOOmp8uVx-fVnUgmjzwPlPlScfwfJFmR6uoK92Amv0nn2vifSik8fsVyUprjB7sUDF9HpwXOGVk65Zc8M-gSg_ftoD8fRWdmNSRrQNrtnugscP6x1fU5Ddx0ZON-RZL5k/s1600-h/cranford1_lace2w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196010108798665186" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuHJQREZaeHCOOmp8uVx-fVnUgmjzwPlPlScfwfJFmR6uoK92Amv0nn2vifSik8fsVyUprjB7sUDF9HpwXOGVk65Zc8M-gSg_ftoD8fRWdmNSRrQNrtnugscP6x1fU5Ddx0ZON-RZL5k/s400/cranford1_lace2w.jpg" border="0"/></a>I do not know exactly, but I suspect a great deal. Jane Tranter, head of BBC Fiction, spoke, and the Director, Simon Curtis, and the Writers and Creators, Heidi Thomas, Sue Birtwistle and Susie Conklin (such outlandish names!) were also present; but one person was not, and that is Mrs. Gaskell, which is perhaps not to be lamented, as I do not know if she could have borne to hear her name bandied about publicly in this immodest and vulgar fashion. It did very well in this Far Western setting however, which was vulgarity personified. I was much diverted to see how much younger the actresses looked in their strange costumes â€" the ordinary clothes they had worn in the play were modester, but it must be admitted, made them appear much older. Miss Eileen Atkins in particular, was quite animated and youthfully pretty, though she had been quite dour and pinched as Miss Deborah; and Miss Imelda Staunton was jocular, while Miss Judi Dench seemed very familiar with Miss Atkins, as they spoke of being acting together as sisters for the first time fifty years ago, in 1958, which made me laugh as of course that is a good hundred years in my future. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqIJsLKtnwBc0QD3ZdJ58eQcp0qpgSaVMAuZ_BhWVgTwfEuf3gm2tV0MMfuzWrWU7rhnMZModr0Z6Kzws1kEyVEOH6AtYJEHa67Q7VwE5CxgEQ06vlkXVc4YXP984feAzJdSr5hK2awQ/s1600-h/cranford1_drs2w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196011581972447730" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqIJsLKtnwBc0QD3ZdJ58eQcp0qpgSaVMAuZ_BhWVgTwfEuf3gm2tV0MMfuzWrWU7rhnMZModr0Z6Kzws1kEyVEOH6AtYJEHa67Q7VwE5CxgEQ06vlkXVc4YXP984feAzJdSr5hK2awQ/s400/cranford1_drs2w.jpg" border="0"/></a>One thing I was surprised to hear Miss Deborah say, was, that a woman is not the equal of a man, but always his superior. That is a more dangerously revolutionary view than I can readily comprehend, having always shown my conjugal obedience to my dear Mr. E; but I always stand up for women myself, and Cranford is a society of women â€" Amazons, Mrs. Gaskell calls them. But I am sure she is being ironic. I dote upon irony, but I would not trade my position as a married woman, for any thing. <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwBsusR5b8oJm62E3TE-mBbT3b8P0gi0ac7zXOxPRIPeRKVIRcdpfg07_-x1zkfUa7YpS7NR3ERJeqWfRjJMbiNy6MN-_1hdrRot5hkIiO82UupbSCizYZurr4wEuJ70msgrQbMSLgIo/s1600-h/cranford1_poodlelady3w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196012114548392450" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwBsusR5b8oJm62E3TE-mBbT3b8P0gi0ac7zXOxPRIPeRKVIRcdpfg07_-x1zkfUa7YpS7NR3ERJeqWfRjJMbiNy6MN-_1hdrRot5hkIiO82UupbSCizYZurr4wEuJ70msgrQbMSLgIo/s400/cranford1_poodlelady3w.jpg" border="0"/></a>Oh! What a nuisance. Mrs. Diana Birchall wishes to get some rest. I suppose I shall have to be shut up again in her ridiculous head, but I trust she will allow me to deliver my opinions of farther episodes of this peculiar stereoptican that is portraying Cranford and its residents, in part, as it were, and through a glass darkly. Yours very sincerely Augusta Elton <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxBTYLjulCcb_gQAr9lbHMbfudujpSR_2hml4YGEC5Pdb-cMlxaOD4XYDQwW6ZUGWot9sW7X-Y4DXhXWXicRgfFr1yUdnw3dvL3AHmndpENUks4Y-_9H4ukccg90BQc_jZ-7x1E9-s4Y/s1600-h/mrsdarcysdilemma1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196012556930023954" style="margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;float:left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxBTYLjulCcb_gQAr9lbHMbfudujpSR_2hml4YGEC5Pdb-cMlxaOD4XYDQwW6ZUGWot9sW7X-Y4DXhXWXicRgfFr1yUdnw3dvL3AHmndpENUks4Y-_9H4ukccg90BQc_jZ-7x1E9-s4Y/s400/mrsdarcysdilemma1w.jpg" border="0"/></a>CONTEST: Thank you very much Mrs. Elton. We look forward what you have to say about episode <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/cranford/synopsis2.html">two</a> of Cranford on Sunday next, May 11th. at 9:00 pm on Masterpiece Classic. We would love to read your opinion of Cranford, and if you leave a comment between May 4th and May 18th, your name will be entered in a drawing on May 19th for a free copy of Diana Birchallâ€™s book <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Mrs-Darcys-Dilemma-Diana-Birchall/dp/1402213336/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1209787152&amp;sr=1-2">Mrs. Darcyâ€™s Dilemma</a>. Good luck to one and all! Posted by Laurel Ann, <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.austenprose.wordpress.com/">Austenprose</a> &amp; Ms. Place, <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://janeaustensworld.wordpress.com/">Jane Austenâ€™s World</a> </div>

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